I have smelt all the aromas there are in the fragrant kitchen they call Earth; and what we can enjoy in this… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
I take pride in never being rude to anyone on this earth, which contains a great number of unbearable villains who set… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
As the stars are the glory of the sky, so great men are the glory of their country, yea, of the whole… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
It must require an inordinate share of vanity and presumption, too, after enjoying so much that is good and beautiful on earth,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The people have no ear, either for rhythm or music, and their unnatural passion for pianoforte playing and singing is thus all… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
I live! Red life boils in my veins, earth yields beneath my feet, in the glow of love I embrace trees and… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Tell me who first did kisses suggest? It was a mouth all glowing and blest; It kissed and it thought of nothing… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo.… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but, less by assimilation than by friction. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Every age has its problem, by solving which humanity is helped forward. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
I am no longer a divine biped. I am no longer the freest German after Goethe, as Ruge named me in healthier days. I… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share
Nothing is more futile than theorizing about music. No doubt there are laws, mathematically strict laws, but these laws are not music; they are… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
A lonely fir-tree is standing On a northern barren height; It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift Cast round it a garment of white. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
“Still is the night, it quiets the streets down, In that window my love would appear; She's long since gone away from this town,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
